try begging

"I'm sorry, but I have a prior engagement this weekend."

It seemed as if he could hear Mrs. Tate nagging behind him, "It was a pre-arranged engagement with your daughter."

The man who likes Grace doesn't know how to give up even after being rejected several times for a date. He may be retreating now with a look on his face like a puppy that got wet from the rain, but he will be flirting with Grace again tomorrow morning.

"Norman, stop harassing my star and come here!"

As the president shouted from behind the half-open door of his office, Norman turned around, lifting his fedora and waving goodbye.

He was not a very handsome man, but he had a friendly impression and gave off the exact opposite vibe of that man. He was also a public relations manager with good ability and income. In many ways, he seemed like a good husband and father. However, Grace, who had no interest in marriage, was naturally not interested in men.

That is, when I wasn't interested in marriage.

"Norman."

"yes?"

As Norman turned around on his way to the president's office, Grace impulsively shouted.

"I don't have any plans this evening."

º º º

The afternoon sunlight poured in through the high windows that reached the ceiling. The sound of teacups being placed and laughter occasionally broke out between the flowing conversation.

The atmosphere in the reception room where the interview was in full swing was extremely friendly.

"It's already been three years since you became the hero of Christmas."

A female reporter who looked to be around the same age as the count smiled seductively.

"As a journalist, I always feel that Your Majesty's popularity never wanes. I even heard from Mr. Pierce that the Count is still receiving love letters from all over the country."

The Count, who was sitting cross-legged on an armchair in a gray suit, smiled sheepishly, causing the corners of the reporter's mouth to rise even higher.

"I think of it more as a letter of support than a love letter."

"Oh, my fans will be upset if they hear that."

"A fan...."

The count frowned slightly and groaned in embarrassment. Does that man make such dirty sounds in bed? The reporter unbuttoned one of the buttons on her blouse that was choking her neck and waved the notebook in her hand like a fan.

"I am just a soldier and the head of a family, so the word fan doesn't seem to suit me."

"Still, you're more popular than most movie stars."

The reporter took the October issue of the magazine out of her handbag and opened it.

"At Modern Lady, we hold a popularity poll for our readers every season. This fall, you were voted the most attractive man."

In addition, the reporter showed her how 'Count Leon Winston' was at the top of all the popularity polls, such as the man she wanted to marry, the man she wanted to kiss, the man she wanted to spend the night with, etc. The whole time, the count, who had been staring at her with a slanted gaze and his forehead resting on his hand as if he was troubled, frowned and began to speak.

"It's an honor, but I only want to be number one to one woman."

"Oh my... ."

The reporter covered his mouth with one hand and blushed.

"My heart is pounding so hard. That woman is definitely Ald..."

"Anyway, my motto is to be loyal to only one woman for the rest of my life."

The reporter quickly wrote down the count's words in his notebook, then clasped his hands together as if he were dreaming and exclaimed in admiration.

"A man who will be loyal to only one woman for the rest of his life? You really are a loyal soldier. If you do that, you will receive even more love letters. You know how to sway a woman's heart. But how mean of you to be loyal to only one woman for the rest of your life while making her so excited."

The reporter was chattering away with a flushed face, and the count was calmly listening to the endless stream of embarrassing praise. Pierce, sitting in the corner, had a funny expression on his face as he watched.

'Why are you doing that?'

Laughing and chatting with a reporter. And wasn't the count even more disgusted by a woman who was always so talkative and flirtatious?

'Have you become a different person?'

Since early last year, the Count has been suddenly ordering me to accept press interviews that I had previously declined. He even went so far as to personally decide the direction of the articles.

Perhaps because he was a soldier, the count was extremely reluctant to be exposed to the media and receive public attention. However, after experiencing national fame once, he may have opened his eyes to something new.

Perhaps because of this, I instructed him to only select stories for radio broadcasts that were broadcast nationwide or for newspapers and magazines that were distributed nationwide.

It seemed that the family's status had completely changed, so they were questioning the quality of the press. However, when the order came down to respond to tabloid requests as long as they were distributed nationwide, Pierce was at a loss.

'And why a women's magazine?'

The media outlet I was interviewing today was a magazine aimed at women. You know, the kind of boring women's magazines you see displayed in train station kiosks or on the front row of grocery store stands.

Anyway, for almost two years, Count Winston remained the most difficult mystery to Pierce.

"Oh, no... ."

The count sighed as if he was disappointed, slightly rolling back the end of his white sleeve covering his left wrist and checking his watch.

"I would like to continue talking, but I have another appointment."

There was no further schedule. The Count would probably return straight to the annex and not appear again until tomorrow morning.

"Oh, then before you go, why don't you take a few pictures to put in the magazine...?"

When the count nodded readily, the reporter nodded to the photographer sitting next to him. The shooting began immediately. The photographer moved around the living room, looking for the right composition and lighting, such as by the window and in front of the piano, but the count responded kindly without complaining.

Pierce watched the scene with blank eyes.

"Your Majesty, please look at the camera."

Leon stared at the camera and thought to himself, That lens is that woman's eye. Grace will see this picture. Thinking about that made it easy for a smile to form.

Look, Grace. I'm laughing. Aren't you annoyed? Call me right now and get on my nerves. Please.

After the torturous interview, it was finally time to kick the reporter out.

"You are even more charming in person, but it's a shame that I can't convey all that charm through photos or words. The movie that will be released soon, I know it's a bit odd to say this, but after seeing Your Majesty in person, I already feel regretful."

Leon smiled as he made eye contact with the reporter who was dragging his farewell for no reason. While the reporter was off guard, he naturally took the notebook from her hand.

"I have a favor to ask you regarding this statement."

Leon's fingers tapped a note that read, 'A man who will be loyal to one woman for life.'

"Yes, just say anything."

"When publishing articles, please refrain from limiting the woman to Archduchess Aldrich or mentioning her directly."

When the reporter made a puzzled face, Leon slightly frowned as if he was troubled.

"I think the fact that the lady's name keeps appearing in the media is not good for the Archduke's reputation within social circles."

"Oh my. It had such a deep meaning."

The reporter covered his mouth with his hand and exclaimed in admiration. He probably didn't realize that the stupid media was spreading the nonsense that the woman he wanted to be loyal to for the rest of his life was the Grand Duchess, and that he didn't want Grace to misunderstand.

"As expected, you are a gentleman. You are a great hero, and you are also a count and a wealthy man, yet you have such a broad and deep heart. It may be rude to say this, but you also have good looks. You really are a man who has everything."

You have everything. Chimi suppressed her anger and the corners of her mouth twitched as she forced herself to raise them.

"Thank you for taking the time to interview me. It was truly a wonderful time."

"I had a really good time too."

I'm just glad that Grace will see this article. Otherwise, it was a disgusting waste of time.

[Leon Winston, the man who had everything]

The phrase written on the cover of the magazine that the reporter gave him as a gift mocked him.

Oh, I guess I'll have to correct that article.

Leon took the fountain pen from Pierce's hand, who was standing a step away. He drew a line through the middle of 'The Man Who Owned Everything' and scribbled underneath.

Penniless.

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"I'm sorry, but I have a prior engagement this weekend."

It seemed as if he could hear Mrs. Tate nagging behind him, "It was a pre-arranged engagement with your daughter."

The man who likes Grace doesn't know how to give up even after being rejected several times for a date. He may be retreating now with a look on his face like a puppy that got wet from the rain, but he will be flirting with Grace again tomorrow morning.

"Norman, stop harassing my star and come here!"

As the president shouted from behind the half-open door of his office, Norman turned around, lifting his fedora and waving goodbye.

He was not a very handsome man, but he had a friendly impression and gave off the exact opposite vibe of that man. He was also a public relations manager with good ability and income. In many ways, he seemed like a good husband and father. However, Grace, who had no interest in marriage, was naturally not interested in men.

That is, when I wasn't interested in marriage.

"Norman."

"yes?"

As Norman turned around on his way to the president's office, Grace impulsively shouted.

"I don't have any plans this evening."

º º º

The afternoon sunlight poured in through the high windows that reached the ceiling. The sound of teacups being placed and laughter occasionally broke out between the flowing conversation.

The atmosphere in the reception room where the interview was in full swing was extremely friendly.

"It's already been three years since you became the hero of Christmas."

A female reporter who looked to be around the same age as the count smiled seductively.

"As a journalist, I always feel that Your Majesty's popularity never wanes. I even heard from Mr. Pierce that the Count is still receiving love letters from all over the country."

The Count, who was sitting cross-legged on an armchair in a gray suit, smiled sheepishly, causing the corners of the reporter's mouth to rise even higher.

"I think of it more as a letter of support than a love letter."

"Oh, my fans will be upset if they hear that."

"A fan...."

The count frowned slightly and groaned in embarrassment. Does that man make such dirty sounds in bed? The reporter unbuttoned one of the buttons on her blouse that was choking her neck and waved the notebook in her hand like a fan.

"I am just a soldier and the head of a family, so the word fan doesn't seem to suit me."

"Still, you're more popular than most movie stars."

The reporter took the October issue of the magazine out of her handbag and opened it.

"At Modern Lady, we hold a popularity poll for our readers every season. This fall, you were voted the most attractive man."

In addition, the reporter showed her how 'Count Leon Winston' was at the top of all the popularity polls, such as the man she wanted to marry, the man she wanted to kiss, the man she wanted to spend the night with, etc. The whole time, the count, who had been staring at her with a slanted gaze and his forehead resting on his hand as if he was troubled, frowned and began to speak.

"It's an honor, but I only want to be number one to one woman."

"Oh my... ."

The reporter covered his mouth with one hand and blushed.

"My heart is pounding so hard. That woman is definitely Ald..."

"Anyway, my motto is to be loyal to only one woman for the rest of my life."

The reporter quickly wrote down the count's words in his notebook, then clasped his hands together as if he were dreaming and exclaimed in admiration.

"A man who will be loyal to only one woman for the rest of his life? You really are a loyal soldier. If you do that, you will receive even more love letters. You know how to sway a woman's heart. But how mean of you to be loyal to only one woman for the rest of your life while making her so excited."

The reporter was chattering away with a flushed face, and the count was calmly listening to the endless stream of embarrassing praise. Pierce, sitting in the corner, had a funny expression on his face as he watched.

'Why are you doing that?'

Laughing and chatting with a reporter. And wasn't the count even more disgusted by a woman who was always so talkative and flirtatious?

'Have you become a different person?'

Since early last year, the Count has been suddenly ordering me to accept press interviews that I had previously declined. He even went so far as to personally decide the direction of the articles.

Perhaps because he was a soldier, the count was extremely reluctant to be exposed to the media and receive public attention. However, after experiencing national fame once, he may have opened his eyes to something new.

Perhaps because of this, I instructed him to only select stories for radio broadcasts that were broadcast nationwide or for newspapers and magazines that were distributed nationwide.

It seemed that the family's status had completely changed, so they were questioning the quality of the press. However, when the order came down to respond to tabloid requests as long as they were distributed nationwide, Pierce was at a loss.

'And why a women's magazine?'

The media outlet I was interviewing today was a magazine aimed at women. You know, the kind of boring women's magazines you see displayed in train station kiosks or on the front row of grocery store stands.

Anyway, for almost two years, Count Winston remained the most difficult mystery to Pierce.

"Oh, no... ."

The count sighed as if he was disappointed, slightly rolling back the end of his white sleeve covering his left wrist and checking his watch.

"I would like to continue talking, but I have another appointment."

There was no further schedule. The Count would probably return straight to the annex and not appear again until tomorrow morning.

"Oh, then before you go, why don't you take a few pictures to put in the magazine...?"

When the count nodded readily, the reporter nodded to the photographer sitting next to him. The shooting began immediately. The photographer moved around the living room, looking for the right composition and lighting, such as by the window and in front of the piano, but the count responded kindly without complaining.

Pierce watched the scene with blank eyes.

"Your Majesty, please look at the camera."

Leon stared at the camera and thought to himself, That lens is that woman's eye. Grace will see this picture. Thinking about that made it easy for a smile to form.

Look, Grace. I'm laughing. Aren't you annoyed? Call me right now and get on my nerves. Please.

After the torturous interview, it was finally time to kick the reporter out.

"You are even more charming in person, but it's a shame that I can't convey all that charm through photos or words. The movie that will be released soon, I know it's a bit odd to say this, but after seeing Your Majesty in person, I already feel regretful."

Leon smiled as he made eye contact with the reporter who was dragging his farewell for no reason. While the reporter was off guard, he naturally took the notebook from her hand.

"I have a favor to ask you regarding this statement."

Leon's fingers tapped a note that read, 'A man who will be loyal to one woman for life.'

"Yes, just say anything."

"When publishing articles, please refrain from limiting the woman to Archduchess Aldrich or mentioning her directly."

When the reporter made a puzzled face, Leon slightly frowned as if he was troubled.

"I think the fact that the lady's name keeps appearing in the media is not good for the Archduke's reputation within social circles."

"Oh my. It had such a deep meaning."

The reporter covered his mouth with his hand and exclaimed in admiration. He probably didn't realize that the stupid media was spreading the nonsense that the woman he wanted to be loyal to for the rest of his life was the Grand Duchess, and that he didn't want Grace to misunderstand.

"As expected, you are a gentleman. You are a great hero, and you are also a count and a wealthy man, yet you have such a broad and deep heart. It may be rude to say this, but you also have good looks. You really are a man who has everything."

You have everything. Chimi suppressed her anger and the corners of her mouth twitched as she forced herself to raise them.

"Thank you for taking the time to interview me. It was truly a wonderful time."

"I had a really good time too."

I'm just glad that Grace will see this article. Otherwise, it was a disgusting waste of time.

[Leon Winston, the man who had everything]

The phrase written on the cover of the magazine that the reporter gave him as a gift mocked him.

Oh, I guess I'll have to correct that article.

Leon took the fountain pen from Pierce's hand, who was standing a step away. He drew a line through the middle of 'The Man Who Owned Everything' and scribbled underneath.

Penniless.

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Distributed by Ajit Novel (formerly Ajitoon Novel).

Enjoy convenient real-time viewing on the web

http://novelagit.xyz

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